All throughout the ride back to Tech Town, Felix was unable to get rid of the warm feelings that were stirring at the pit of his stomach. At first, he had no idea why something as simple as a crudely drawn smiley face on a mediocre stack of pancakes had made both him and Amy smile. It had taken him a couple of minutes to remember that Rose liked to draw smiley faces on sticky notes and leave them for him to find when she sensed that he was in a bad mood. Considering the kind of person he was and the kind of life he lived, he had gotten a ton of sticky notes with smiley faces over the years. At Amy’s insistence – not that she had to as he was going to do so anyways – he had left a huge tip for the waitress.The elevator doors pinged open on the top floor. Felix spared a glance at his watch. It was already past afternoon. As per his mother’s early instructions, that would mean that he would have to spend almost four extra hours at work. His sleep schedule would probably be messed up for
It had been exactly two weeks since Cassie had quit her job at Club Indigo and things were not looking as bright as she thought they would. When she had given Big Daddy the middle finger after she had gone to his office to make payment for the mugs shattered and the drink spilled during the shoot-out, she had been thinking that she would survive just fine on two jobs. Unfortunately, it was starting to look like she had made a big mistake by quitting her job as a waitress at Club Indigo.For a very brief moment a few days ago, she had considered going back to Club Indigo to beg Big Daddy for her old job back. She had banished the thought from her mind as quickly as she had conjured it up. That was a bad idea. Asking Big Daddy for a favor of any sort was akin to signing a contract with the devil. He would hold it over her head forever.Yes, the clubs and its patrons were shady, and more than half of the activities that went on there were illegal. Yes, most of the patrons were absolute a
Isabel was nothing but a filthy liar. Sulking to herself in one of the chairs at Hair Glam, that was the only thing Cassie could think about. Isabel had said that she would help her look through job ads in the privacy of her house. That was what Cassie had agreed to. She certainly hadn’t agreed to have her professional life dissected in front of the patrons and staff of Hair Glam. And the worst part was that although the ladies there had honest-to-good intentions and genuinely seemed interested in job searching on her behalf more than half of them were absolute strangers and most of their comments came out as backhanded compliments.“Despite that absolute rubbish on your head, you’re kind of pretty.” A client with a Southern accent admitted. Her huge blonde hair was being put into delicate curls by Robin. “I mean if I squint and tilt my head to the left, you sort of look like a brunette Marilyn Monroe.” She attempted to tilt her head to the side but Robin smacked her lightly.“Stop mo
The moment Cassie stepped through the automatic doors, she was greeted by a blast of cool air from the air conditioner and the smell of new furniture. The cool air was being circulated around the reception area by a powerful air conditioner she couldn’t see and the smell of new furniture was coming from a large new desk being assembled by a trio of hefty-looking men with shirts too small to contain their hulking muscle masses. It had been a long time since Cassie assembled a table or any other piece of furniture for that matter but she doubted that many people were needed for that kind of job. A lanky man who wasn’t dressed like the other three men held up an instruction manual in confusion. Unlike the other three who were dressed in rust-colored polo shirts and khakis, the lanky man was dressed professionally in a freshly pressed black suit. He was probably the company’s receptionist who had so kindly offered to help the three men with the job of assembling the new desk. To Cassie,
While everyone had been hoping that Cassie would get the job, no one, herself included, was actually expecting her to get a job after her first interview. Once she walked out through the front door of Tech Town, she stood outside in a daze, clutching her manila folder close to her chest. She had gotten a job! She spun around in a circle and let out a little squeal, stopping only when nearby people started to give her odd looks. For a brief second while her body was flooded with serotonin, she considered skipping all the way to The Bean House or Hair Glam to share the good news with someone but decided against it. She was in no way fit enough to skip that distance. She settled with semi-power walking all the way to the train station.Once she got on the already crowded train, she tried not to let the scent of the body odor or the f
Cassie’s morning had started on greatly. Maybe she should have known something was very wrong and was going to happen later in the day. She had woken up to the last chime of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Without looking at her phone, she knew it was five o’clock already. Somehow in all her years of living in that house, her body had gotten accustomed to waking her at the fifth chime of the clock; nothing earlier, nothing later. She padded out of the room barefoot, the back of her pajamas slick with the seat. Maybe if she worked really hard, she would soon be able to afford a more functional air conditioner but until then she figured that she would have to contend with waking up in a pool of her own sweat every morning.She started off with her chores; vacuuming the living room, washing the plates in the sink fr
Already used to dealing with children whom she frequently had to remind to say please and thank you, Cassie found it hard to physically bite down on her tongue to prevent herself from demanding a thank you from her new boss for fetching him his morning coffee. Technically, he was in no way required to thank her for bringing him coffee but Cassie believed that people should still use their magic words no matter the situation. And if she remembered correctly, he also didn’t thank her when she had brought his coffee and apple cinnamon waffles. But he had left her a huge tip which more than made up for his lack of manners.He turned back to look at her. “Are you just going to stand there?” He asked with an annoyed grunt. He didn’t wait for a reply and continued to stalk further into his office giving Cassie no
Cassie spent most of the morning on her knees. The hard marble tiling of the floor of Felix’s office might have been pretty to look at but it was hell to have to kneel on it as she sorted through the mountain of paper on the ground.She had only gotten a few minutes off from kneeling and arranging when she had to run over to other departments in Tech Town to deliver the papers that didn’t belong in Felix’s office. She put the very last folder into the filing cabinet and managed to walk over to the rug in the middle of the room to let her body drop to the ground as if she were a discarded rag doll. She hung her arm over her head to protect her eyes from the bright fluorescent light in the ceiling. She had no idea that being a personal assistant would have been that hard and tedious.